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GKR’s Drinking Game

Are you a Mets fan?

Whether the Mets are winning or losing, there is one constant that makes a television broadcast enjoyable – the announcing of Gary Cohen, Keith Hernandez, and Ron Darling. Nationally televised Mets games are usually dreadful because viewers are subjected to announcers not nearly as knowledgeable, insightful, and entertaining as GKR. As a tribute to our announcing trio, I present the Gary, Keith, and Ron Drinking Game. The Mets are causing fans to drink right now, so why not have some fun during broadcasts?

Standard drinking game rules apply, as you should take the appropriate number of sips from your beverage when something on the list happens.

the trio goofy announcers

Here is the JamesK’s Gary, Keith n Ron Drinking Game. Keith hasn’t changed much from his playing days with the Mets but Ron gained a lot of weight.

One sip:

  • Keith uses the expression “second division” to describe teams like the Padres or Nationals
  • The delicious Citi Field food is brought up
  • Self-deprecation by Ron
  • Keith calls an RBI a “ribeye steak”
  • Any reference to Gary and Ron’s Ivy League backgrounds
  • Keith talks about Sag Harbor, the eastern Long Island town where he lives
  • Frustration with the Mets detected in Gary’s voice
  • Keith fondly remembers his days with the Cardinals
  • They are wearing powder blue polo shirts
  • Ron tells a funny story about Sid Fernandez, Ray Knight, or any other member of the 1980s Mets
  • Keith mentions his wife Kai by name
  • Anyone calls Citi Field “Shea”
  • Keith complains about the lack of aggressiveness by a first baseman
  • Gary refers to any single play as a microcosm of the season
  • Keith’s scorecard is discussed
  • Any mention of Rusty Staub; bonus sip if “Le Grande Orange” is said
  • With a full count, 2 outs, and runners on base, Gary says “the merry-go-round is in motion”
  • Keith refers to Howard Johnson as “Haji”

Two sips:

  • Keith uses the word “boner” to describe a defensive miscue
  • Keith tells a non-baseball story from 20+ years ago
  • Ron pronounces “Smoltz” as “Schmoltz”
  • Ron pronounces “mischievous” as “miss-chee-vee-us”
  • Keith tells the viewers to watch David Wright’s shoulder (which is usually “flying open”)
  • Ron breaks down Oliver Perez’s mechanics (which change on a daily basis)
  • Gary reminisces about an obscure Mets game from the 1970’s
  • Ron discusses the latest movie releases (he was quite fond of “Pineapple Express” last summer)
  • Keith says “Metsies”
  • Gary talks about announcers he admires, like Bob Murphy and Vin Scully
  • Anyone says “roughshod”
  • Keith refers to baseball fundamentals as “fundies”
  • Any mention of Endy Chavez
  • The Seinfeld episodes starring Keith are brought up
  • Omir Santos is discussed as if he’s here for the long haul
  • Ron brings up a member of the local media by name

Three sips:

  • The announcers’ SAT scores are discussed
  • Gary talks about the New York Jets; bonus sip if it’s about a Jets team that played at Shea Stadium.
  • Anyone gushes about Orlando Hudson or David Eckstein
  • Gary awkwardly brings up an advanced statistic, like BABIP
  • Keith yawns
  • Gary describes a batted ball as having been “fisted”, e.g. “he fisted it to shortstop”
  • Keith says the word “bulge” in reference to attaining a lead in the division, e.g. “The Mets are in first place in the NL East, with a 3 game bulge over the Phillies”
  • Any reference to the classic college matchup between Yale (featuring Ron) and St. John’s (featuring Frank Viola) when Ron threw no-hit ball for 11 innings before losing 1-0
  • Keith or Ron talk about their fathers
  • Keith talks with food in his mouth

Chug your beverage:

  • Keith mentions the brand name Budweiser
  • Gary uses the double “It’s Outta Here!”

Drink a White Russian:

  • Anyone says the word “dude”

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We won!

King’s been playing badminton with me lately. Our first win as a team came last month against Sunny with his daughter.
That didn’t count as much as the win we got last night, against
Paul and Paul.
The 6 footer hubby and the other half of the twins.
They both are better players.
I played with my left hand, trying to preserve my right arm for tennis – 烧包.
It’s our second time as a team. We played without talking.
On the court as in life, many times the winner was the one who makes less mistakes.
And many people refuse to acknowledge it.
We made less mistakes, were relaxed.
They thought they’d won, easily. …. then got tight when they were down from the get go.
Sounds familiar in life?
… …
We lost badly in the second set against two girls. By that time, King was ready to go. He didn’t want to come at all. I forced him.
Thoughtfully, he told me that he’s done more sport at the music camp, and enjoyed the friendly soccer played out at the backyard daily.
“We played every day … once a guy pushed me down on purpose because his team was losing.” It’s all good nature and King felt to the ground, as requested.
“I thought all the piano geeks are timid gentle little people who don’t know how to get physical.” I joked.
He laughed out loud.
My kids are well trained to make me feel better.

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Nadal: Ripped. (Or Torn Up?)

This June article on Rafael Nadal

At tournaments, teenage girls scream when they see Nadal walk onto a tennis court, literally shriek and leap to their feet and clutch each other; women older than his mother shiver and elbow their friends; men raise their cameras aloft;

What Cynthia Gorney is talking about? We, the older women gone crazy over Nadal? Am I the third sex or what? I’ve never seen it. I remembered seeing rows upon rows of lesbians (most of them wear short bob haircuts) came out in force when Martina Navratilova played. The ladies didn’t scream but they sure did elbow their friends (when Martina his a winner) and raise their cameras a lot.
However, I do gradually develop the liking of Nadal as a person, a humble small town boy. On court, I choose Roger and Pete any given day. Nadal doesn’t play ugly – Winning Ugly, coined by Brad Gilbert, but there isn’t prettiness about Nadal’s style of play. I prefer finesse over brute, which is the way tennis suppose to be played. Yap, brute is the word associate with Nadal in my mind.

Gorney did get the G string part right …

Nike, which pays Nadal more than $3 million a year to wear its clothes, has never designed a pair of shorts that kept Nadal from loosening the seat just before he serves the ball.

When Nadal serves, after loosening his G string, his face twisted and followed by a grunt, releasing the lethal weapon – the little yellowish ball that travels at the speed about 130 miles an hour.

There are many handsome players with a pretty and sassy playing style: Boris Becker, Pete Sampras, Roger Federer, Patrick Rafter, etc. I would consider Amélie Mauresmo. Too many to name, but Pete is definitely the best-looking man around.

Michael Chang and Ivan Lendl are the same: they lack the apparent innate talent and they relied on their only talent that is working hard. I don’t like to watch that, the counterpunchers. It’s too cruel, too harsh and too brutal. Like watching Patrick Ewing. Not pretty.

There are many players that I enjoy playing with, and there are few I do not. Among the few, not they aren’t good players, but they aren’t. Some little things tend to bother me. Like they play sissy. I can not stand a man being sissy, like pacing the baseline, stocking time to regroup – that’s cheating. There is limited time in between point, 10 seconds or 30?

Well, I couldn’t say my dislike is due to my weak mental toughness or just plain disdain of the sissys. Many times, I just lost my patience, wondering how could a man act so dishonorably?

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How Goldman Sachs runs Washington

The main street is always slower than Wall Street. When something hit the main street, it is either the game is over or too late.

Duh.

Everyone on WS knows this. Why did it take Matt Taibbi at Rolling Stone and the like this long to write for the main streeters?

The Wall Street Bubble Mafia. How Goldman Sachs took over Washington? By engineering every major market manipulation since the Great Depression. If someone believes that the president of the United States runs Washington, then he or she hasn’t lived long enough.

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2008 K2 disaster

At midnight one evening earlier this month, I slipped out of Islamabad, the Pakistani capital, heading north in a white Toyota minibus on a journey to find the second tallest mountain on earth, K2.
My purpose was to write a book about the mountaineers who dared challenge its deadly slopes — to get a taste, if not a full draught, of the danger myself. In the end, I got more than I bargained for, and not from Nature alone.

At Askole, a village of basic wooden homes where children played shoeless in the dirt, we hired eager Balti porters who jostled for our business and streamed by on the hot, dusty paths beside waters churning down from the glacier. The porters bent under our rucksacks and tents, heavy blue food barrels, paraffin stoves, kitchen chairs and tables, as they ushered chickens, goats, yaks and donkeys onto the trail.

In contrast to the porters’ cast-off clothes and sandals, these mountaineers wore expensive high-tech walking gear. A 39-year-old engineer from Germany, Dirk Grunert, obsessively drank liters of boiled water daily to cope with the altitude. A fit couple from Portugal maintained via satellite phone a Web site of their adventures. There were also three Polish mountaineers, including a loud man named Jacek Teler, on his sixth trip in the Karakoram, who conferred with the porters in broken Urdu, performed kung-fu exercises in the mess tent, and was clearly seeking a chance to live a role distant from reality as most of us know it.

I wondered if Jon Krakauer would be writing this book. Guess not. Graham Bowley is.

I always wondered does the magazine or newspaper share any type of profit/royalty with a reporter/journalist when they publish a book?

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